mini me

Thirteen

I didn’t like myself because nobody liked me. I was bullied mercilessly for my name, my hair, my weight…shamed for my talent and intellect. Defended myself constantly in physical fights. Running home with my head bleeding when rocks were thrown at me, to say nothing of the psychological trauma.
This is who I am, to this day, in my mind’s eye, but at least now I can see her for who she really is and love her like the daughter I’ll never have.